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Waiting for Tomorrow

By @CollisionOfFates

The next day involves quite a lot of packing on my part. Mother, come to find out, has already done her share of getting ready to move, but that still leaves me with the daunting tasks of gathering everything from my room, sorting through my old stuff in the basement, and choosing which articles of clothing to keep as well as which to donate. 

“I found a school for you last night,” Mother says casually. She takes a sip of her coffee.

“Oh?” I reply, folding a black t-shirt and adding it to a cardboard box with other keeps.

“Mm. I thought that Applehurst High School would be a good fit.”

“Applehurst? What’s their mascot, a fruit basket?”

“Don’t be silly. I’m sure their mascot is much more dignified than that. I’ve already signed you up to start your first semester of sophomore year there.”

Who are you and what have you done with my mother? I want to ask. I’ve never seen this strange, decisive version of her before, but since yesterday it’s like she’s a new person. 

“Which borough are we going to live in?” I ask, thinking back to last night’s research. 

“Queens.” She pauses. “You know, I guess it is a bit ironic that a school with such a rural name would be found in an incredibly urban area.”

“My thoughts exactly. How big is the school?”

“Small. There are only about three hundred total students.”

“Um, isn’t that a lot?” 

“Definitely not for a public school.”

I shrug. “Alright then.”

Case closed, I guess. 

“Can I ask you a question?” I don’t wait for a response. “Why this school, of all places?” 

“Its size, for one thing. Plus, it’s not far from where we’ll be living.”

“And where are we living?” I toss a torn zip-up into the leave here pile.

“What do you think about Long Island City?” 

“Seriously? Where are we getting the money for all of this?”

“I found a good deal through a mutual friend. There are always ways to make things work, you know.” She takes another sip of coffee.

“Where’s the motivation in any of this, though? Yes, you want a change, but does that really mean we have to go from Oregon all the way to New York? You realize that a nonstop trip by car is over forty hours, right?” 

“I know. But this is what I meant. I just need a-”

“Fresh start. I know.” I sigh.

“I really am sorry for dragging you into this, sweetie.” Mother sets her coffee down.

“What do you mean?” 

“I know you’re content here. It’s just that, since the… incident, I’ve felt like I needed some sort of change for the better. New York has been my dream since I was little.”

I chew my lip and add a black beanie to the moving box. 

“If it makes you happy, then it’s fine.”

Please don’t let this be a terrible decision, I add silently.

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